Will we, the damaged, find respite
outside the shards of sleep at night?
Can we, the damaged, dribbling there,
old and withered in our chair,
find that peace that can’t be bought,
for which we battled, which we fought?
Or does the struggle never end,
no quiet truce, no gentle friend?
With our bodies clearly dying,
will we depart this world still crying?
Hi,
In the Vedas, I learned that there are three ways to protect oneself when people cause harm: sama—through words, bheda—by keeping distance, and danda—through resistance or fight. I tried these methods, yet what I see feels as though the innocent are made to suffer more, while the wicked are encouraged to thrive. Is this truly right? What is achieved by silence, when silence only allows the wrong to eat away at us further?
I believe that if everyone is to live free from terror and in happiness, the wicked must be restrained and taught to remain within their limits. I am no one to fight on behalf of others, yet I see how easily peace is misused—when even the body is given away illicitly under the claim of harmony.
Do you not know that God will return, fierce and unyielding, to protect the innocent and to stop the wicked from causing harm? His nature, terrifying to the unjust, is the shield of those who suffer, and the reminder that evil cannot endure forever.
Even a mother warns, or at times disciplines her child, when she sees him walking down the wrong path. If you believe that giving away your body every night at 10 p.m. might bring comfort, you must understand that God will not accept it. For in doing so, people are cutting away at their most valuable assets—their dignity, their strength—and they are left suffering. You need to realize that what you are saying is not truly heard, nor is it given attention. To others, it is dismissed, and all they seek is sleep.
Usha Jacob.
I’m not sure, but those who make it to old age tend to come to a calm acceptance. It is the end of the journey, and perhaps for some the battle. Yet, those who do make it that far should see it as a blessing. So many do not get that far.
Life is half attitude, really. Find the good, even if small. It’s there.
Powerfully penned, Peter. Excellent write my friend. I concur with Mark, getting older there is a calm acceptance that takes place. For me it was recognizing my mortality, and realizing if I didn’t change my perspective I was going to die miserable or suddenly. Or worse yet, both. I can relate my friend but there is a blessing in figuring out that changing the lens helps a lot. We all go through this you’re definitely not alone. Appreciate you.
Damian
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